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I just love having four genuine seasons so much. I used to be such an “I hate summer” or “I hate winter” person but now I find such beauty in each of them… still summer evenings when the sky is that hazy pink and the crickets are singing in the garden beds… riding your bike through piles of autumn leaves in that fresh, crisp air… cosying up inside with a cup of tea in winter after being out in the cold… that first day in spring when the sun feels truly warm and you can hear the wildlife emerging… it’s so poetic - all of it, each one. we’re so lucky to experience them

if tumblr loves anything, it's bitches who are doomed by the narrative. in this uquiz, find out what role are you in the tragic play?

obsessed with mass market paperbacks. their pleasing rectangular proportions. how they fit badly in a hoodie pocket so you can drag them around everywhere with you like a temporary little buddy. the way they fit in your hand because they're MADE for human hands and not as bookshelf decoration. the way the pages feel when you riffle them gently with your thumb. How pristine and crisp they look when you get them and how creased and folded they look when you're done, even if you try to be nice to them. how that wear is okay, how that's correct actually, because they're made with the philosophy that books aren't meant to be PRETTY, they're meant to be read. that little ripple new ones get on the left side from where you hold them when you're reading, the way the ripple only goes as far as you've read, because u change stories by reading as they are changing you. how you can find thousands of these creased and folded and loved little dudes in every thrift store and used book shop and neighborhood library and you can instantly see the ones that someone carried around in a backpack for weeks or read to pieces or gave up on halfway through because they wear being read like fresh snow wears footprints. I love these poorly made, subpar little rectangles so much. truly the people's books.